Losing myself in something other than blogging my updates have been weak. Maybe it is because I do not have too much to update on. Left Boulder, Colorado and back in the Midwest. I am currently in St. Louis, MO. Maybe not the most ideal location to be at the moment, but it will do.
Labor Day weekend was the annual Gateway Cup. 4 days of crit racing in St. Louis.
Unfortunately, my 4 days were short lived only completing one race, Friday's evening race.
Day 1: The heat was blistering as we raced for maybe 40 minutes. Cramped in the finishing sprint and finished in the upper midpack. The field was huge! I was so impressed for a local women's race. Just under 50 starters! Pretty happy to see that. I just wasn't motivated to do anything. All I did for the day was sat in and sprinted in the field sprint.
Photo: Me sticking around with my new Belgian teammate, Junior rider Hanne Zmierczak.
Day 2: Felt pretty good during the race. Once again, didn't put that effort out to put my position in a great final place. Maybe that was where I went horribly wrong. Once again a field sprint, but it was fairly spread out.
I was in full sprint, in the drops, standing up, gritting my teeth. All of a sudden a rider that I was following sits up before the finish and rolls her rear wheel into my front. I watched as my front wheel headed into her cassette and heard the blow-out. My front wheel blows and I felt like I it all happened in slow motion. I heard every scrape, and felt every burn. The rim scraped the ground and I fell on my left side. I somehow managed to turn my body during the slide to make sure I would get road rash on every limb. It only made sense. I also made sure to slam my head to the ground as I hit so I could justify buying a new and prettier helmet. I finally came to a hault, but no one else did. Of course, it's a sprint, who wants to stop?? I opened my eyes to see a rider barreling straight at me, no chance of missing. I closed my eyes, and somehow did not feel a damn thing as I got hit. Apparently she slammed my head? Who knows.
So there I was, the finish line just up the road, me lying on the ground, God knows where my bike was, and my head throbbing. After the last of the lapped riders rolled through I was "tended" to.
That ended my Gateway Cup 2011. Or so I thought. Yes, it was the end of my racing that weekend, and for a little bit. After easing my way back into proper hygiene, like showering, I was finally back on the bike.
Raced my ass off at Chequamegon 40, where I could get my ass kicked by Lea Davison and Christian Vande Velde. Brian Matter and my coach TJ Woodruff rocked the race, and I am one of those riders that makes their result look outstanding.
Labor Day weekend was the annual Gateway Cup. 4 days of crit racing in St. Louis.
Unfortunately, my 4 days were short lived only completing one race, Friday's evening race.
Day 1: The heat was blistering as we raced for maybe 40 minutes. Cramped in the finishing sprint and finished in the upper midpack. The field was huge! I was so impressed for a local women's race. Just under 50 starters! Pretty happy to see that. I just wasn't motivated to do anything. All I did for the day was sat in and sprinted in the field sprint.
Photo: Me sticking around with my new Belgian teammate, Junior rider Hanne Zmierczak.Day 2: Felt pretty good during the race. Once again, didn't put that effort out to put my position in a great final place. Maybe that was where I went horribly wrong. Once again a field sprint, but it was fairly spread out.
I was in full sprint, in the drops, standing up, gritting my teeth. All of a sudden a rider that I was following sits up before the finish and rolls her rear wheel into my front. I watched as my front wheel headed into her cassette and heard the blow-out. My front wheel blows and I felt like I it all happened in slow motion. I heard every scrape, and felt every burn. The rim scraped the ground and I fell on my left side. I somehow managed to turn my body during the slide to make sure I would get road rash on every limb. It only made sense. I also made sure to slam my head to the ground as I hit so I could justify buying a new and prettier helmet. I finally came to a hault, but no one else did. Of course, it's a sprint, who wants to stop?? I opened my eyes to see a rider barreling straight at me, no chance of missing. I closed my eyes, and somehow did not feel a damn thing as I got hit. Apparently she slammed my head? Who knows.
So there I was, the finish line just up the road, me lying on the ground, God knows where my bike was, and my head throbbing. After the last of the lapped riders rolled through I was "tended" to.
That ended my Gateway Cup 2011. Or so I thought. Yes, it was the end of my racing that weekend, and for a little bit. After easing my way back into proper hygiene, like showering, I was finally back on the bike.
Raced my ass off at Chequamegon 40, where I could get my ass kicked by Lea Davison and Christian Vande Velde. Brian Matter and my coach TJ Woodruff rocked the race, and I am one of those riders that makes their result look outstanding.
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